Disclaimer: Much to my dismay I do not own the characters in this story, that all goes to JK.

A/N: I do hope you like this, I know as a writer I have a tendency for writing stories where Harry is badly abused by his family…I don't know why, but that is how I write. So to you people who send me PM's or reviews saying I am sadistic, I AM NOT forcing you to read my stories. One again this is one where Harry gets hurt, however it is via self-harm. So…WARNING CONTAINS SELF-HARM IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ I AM NOT FORCING YOU TO! Good bye. However if you do like to read, welcome and Enjoy!

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SELF-HARM

Word Count: 2337

*Draco P.O.V* (Severus Snape's Rooms)

"He betrayed me Draco! He sold my name to the Dark Lord!" The betrayal of Dumbledore had hit him hard, his rubbed his eyes, they were still red and watering from his earlier emotional outburst.

"And what of Potter?" Here his gaze softened.

"Potter…Harry…I…I don't think I could ever hate him Draco, to be honest I don't think I ever have. He was always so different to his father." I looked at the man sat in front of me. "It was probably Dumbledore's interference you know."

"Hmm, that man had a funny way of 'protecting' you and Potter. Talking of whom, he has separated from the other two thirds of the Golden Trio since being back, he's changed Uncle Severus, and I'm not sure if I like it." Severus nodded and looked on silently; his eyes clouding over. "You love him." I muttered to myself yet he heard.

"Yes…Yes I love Harry, Draco. A dream I must come to terms with, he shall never be mine. Not till the end of my days." Here my heart broke for the man I had come to see as an Uncle to me. Silently I vowed that I would get Severus, Harry until my dying breath I would try and get Severus the one he loved.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it softly before heading out for my nightly walk.

Walking in the dark had become a habit of mine; the cold shadows of the night relaxed me somewhat. Sometimes you would hear an owl screech as it flew by, sometimes a whaling misery, a misery that I could never reach. I knew that whatever, or whoever let out those screaming cries was in deep pain, yet whenever I thought I had found them I would come to an empty room or corridor. My godfather Severus also did rounds and he often heard the cries. Sometimes we would meet in the same hallway from where the noise sounded only to find nothing.

Tonight was no different I could hear the wailing plea's. Breaking into a run I went to the astronomy tower and began climbing the steps two at a time. When I was just one set left I could smell the blood. Looking up it was slowly seeping through the floor. My heart pounding in my chest I made it to the top. Once more there was no one there; the only evidence was a blood puddle on the floor and a bloody handprint on the wall. I took out a vile from my pocket (influence from my Godfather always to carry them) and carefully filled it with blood. I would take it to him tomorrow to analyse it to see whose it was.

(9a.m. Potions)

Classes at this time of year were always a chore; all we did is recap what we learnt last year today was no different. Looking around I saw Potter was missing. Odd, he is always normally with some Gryffindorks, even if it is no longer Weaslebee and Grumpy Granger. Longbottom looked around, his face drawn and white. Suddenly in a flurry the doors banged open and Potter came stumbling in.

"So s-sorry!" He gasped. Severus looked pained for a second before schooling his features.

"POTTER!DETENTION TONIGHT SIX!" The boy nodded and sat down beside Longbottom who looked on worriedly.

I watched The-Boy-Wonder carefully throughout the lesson, when Longbottom or some other Gryffindorks were talking to him he would smile and pretend to laugh, but it when they weren't looking that was interesting, his face would drop, his eyes dimmed and he seemed to go shorter, he was the boy with the world resting on his shoulders. This change, well it was worrying. The light I first met when I met him was gone, a wall had come up, and not even most of his 'supposed' friends could see it.

*Harry P.O.V*

I paced nervously in front of his office door I was five minutes early. I chewed my lip and once more cast a mirror charm to make sure none of me but my hands and face could be seen. Unlucky for me the door behind me opened.

"Potter, admiring yourself was we?" The man sneered I waved my hand and the mirror disappeared. He looked shocked at the wand-less and wordless magic. I walked past him and through the open door to his office. He stood watching me; I could feel his eyes in my back, trying to stare right through me. I tugged on my sleeves once again. He didn't notice.

"Sir, what would you have me to do?" I looked at the floor as I spoke.

"The cauldrons, I believe you know where they are all kept. You will be kept here till you get done. No magic allowed." I handed over my wand and took off my robe. Refusing to be seen I cast glamour over my arms before I rolled my sleeves up to start.

*Snape's P.O.V*

The boy didn't once fight against what I was saying. He just took it and walked in beginning to work. Damn the boy even game me his wand! HIS WAND!I could easily snap it and the boy then would have to be expelled. But Severus T. Snape you don't want the boy to be expelled you want him in your bed. Oh shut up! Damn internal monologue. I watched as he hesitated before pulling up his sleeves. All the fabric covered were almost sickly thin arms, arms of a starving child, not one of three round meals a day. I watched him, slightly worried, as he began to lift the cauldrons, clearly straining to do so.

The hours past and I continued to watch him, the line of clean cauldrons growing. I could not fault his work; even on the outside they were now clean. Once he had them all lined up he got out the polish and sat in front of them. He began to scrub at them furiously; his little arms waving about almost at the speed of a blur. It was now ten fifteen.

After another ten minutes he began struggling with one of the last cauldrons and sleep. His eyes kept closing but his arm never stopped. He would hit his head and then re-awake. After I caught him waking himself up by slapping himself I walked over to him carefully not to startle him.

""Harry, Harry stop now." He boy muttered something about not stopping till it's done. He nodded off again and I picked him up as he'd exhausted himself. The boy was as light as a feather. I sighed sadly, all of the things pointed to him being unable to cope suddenly, it must have been to do with what happened with Dumblewhore this summer.

I made my way to my own quarters and placed the boy on my bed. Careful as not to wake him I took off his shoes and spelled his clothes to pyjamas.

"Good night Harry" I pressed a kiss to his forehead and left some of the candles alight as I went to the lounge to sleep on the sofa with a brandy bottle in my hand I drifted off.

Sometime during the night a blood curdling scream could be heard from my bedroom. The sound shocked me right through to the core. Time seemed to freeze and the scream seemed to carry on forever, running to my bedroom with my wand at the ready I blast open the door to find Harry on the floor withering around as if under a curse.

The sheet tangles around his body, his back arching off the floor, sweat pouring down his chest and neck, the sheets wet as well. Once again he screamed. That's when I noticed it. Blood was running from his scar, he convulsed as though under the cruciatus. Pulling out several vials I placed them on the bedside table and sat beside the boy puling him into me.

"Shh shh Harry, wake up. You're safe! I promise you Harry wake up, please wake up." the boy shuddered and slowly began to still his breath laboured. When I looked down I was shocked at what I could see from his pyjama sleeves, cuts, deep red gashes running up and down, some red and angry others half healed.

*Harry P.O.V*

Voldemort stood beside me, his red eyes shining, his body shaking from fear. Dumbledore watched us both, we were bound together.

"Oh Harry, my sweet, sweet boy, do you really think any of them were your friends? Hermione? Ron? Seamus? Dean? None of them were my boy, all of them are being paid by YOUR vaults!" he laughed manically. "And Tom here the threat? Oh no, no not him, but me! How easily you gave in, how easily you trust!" His eyes shone with the madness that was settled deep within his soul. I looked at Tom from the corner of my eye he was looking straight at me, I smiled at him weakly. The time Dumbledore had been talking I had been picking at my bonds. I then stood, picking my wand up on the way.

"You, filthy bastard! I TRUSTED YOU!" Before I could even cast any spell Dumbledore had his wand pointing at me.

"Crucio!" He whispered his voice laced with malice. I fell to the floor. Another person then cast it on Tom at the same time and I could feel his pain along with my own, choking on my own blood I began to convulse. My throat raw from screaming, my head light…Dizzy…

"You're safe! I promise you Harry wake up, please wake up."

I opened my eyes and saw Snape above me; I jumped at the surprise of contact.

"Sorry! I must of…of…Slept; sorry I'll get back to work!" I jumped up only to find myself on the floor, face first.

"Harry…" My body felt light as I was picked up. "Calm down…" Snape was once again above me. I smiled weakly my hands curling into his clothes.

(Severus Snapes P.O.V)

As soon as he had woken the boy was on the move again. Did he ever stop? Well maybe you'd know if you paid attention to the signs! You know exactly what to look for in an abused child! 'Oh do shut up! Self consciouses are always annoying, says me the man talking to himself in his own mind!' Severus held the boy close. Pushing his cheek into his chest.

"Harry I need you to talk to me, tell me, what has caused all of this. I know you self harm I saw the marks…and don't say that you never have, I know as I used to do it too when I was in a bad place." I spoke bluntly neither of us had time to dance around the answer.

The boy mumbled "cus' I'm a freak." Severus froze internally, hoping he misheard he asked again.

"Sorry Harry I did not hear what you said."

"Cus' I'm a freak!" He spoke louder his voice sounding sure, but sad. My poor boy. His body shook and tensed as if waiting for punishment, I could do nothing but stare at him.

"Harry…You are no freak…" He pulled out of my arms and stood in front of me.

"Am I not Sir? For I have been marked and named as one for many years.." His voice was just above a whisper as he spoke and I could do nothing but stare as he pulled up his shirt to reveal a nasty scar, this was no accident as upon closer inspection I realised they were letters. They spelled out freak… The letters were each thick and rugged as though having been done by a blunt object. "I was eight when they did this Sir… Each letter they marked out then ripped the slice of skin off of my flesh…Never to forget they told me, that was one of the worst days in my life…I couldn't move for weeks after that they covered the revealed flesh in salt to prolong it…Never in my life could I live through that again Sir…They branded me as a freak and a freak I will stay as." A choked cry tore from my throat and I found myself on my knees in front of the broken young man.

"No Harry no…!" For neigh on thirty years I had not cried a single tear, but in the past week I could not seem to control them, and seeing this nothing could stop them from flowing once more.

*Draco's P.O.V*

My feet were pounding against the floor as I made my way to my godfather's rooms as fast as possible, he had to know. Everything added up now. I kept running my heartbeat resounding in my ears, hot blood flowing through my veins. I didn't even knock when I reached his rooms I pushed the doors open and what I saw would forever be etched in my memory.

My godfather was knelt upon the floor tears running down his cheeks, Harry who had noticed my entrance stood his body ridged unable to move still holding his shirt up. My eyes travelled slowly down the younger boy and what I saw there horrified me. Scars that were made into words, the one word I had called him many times when we were younger. Freak. I felt my knees weaken as I stood there. Harry soon found himself again and hurriedly pulled his top down before bumbling and stammering. He twisted around to try and find a way out. The only way out was through the door that I was standing at. He soon realised this and began hyperventilating before soon passing out. Severus sprang into motion catching him before he fell onto the floor.

"Sev'rus?" My movements were slow and almost clumsy; almost, as I walked over to the other two inhabitants in the room.

"It's my fault Dray; I should have seen it…So many signs…"

A/N: Not sure if I should continue what do you guys think?